Chapter 217


    It wasn''t long until he drifted off and began to dream. In his dream, he first became one with Jennifer,


    reveling in pleasure with their bodies entangled. However, thedy beneath him then turned into Lah


    for some reason.


    Right then, Lah opened her eyes abruptly, startling Jonathan and causing him to unleash everything


    he had.


    When he woke up the next day, Jonathan realized that he had wet his pants.


    What the f*ck? I had a wet dream?


    Jonathan found himself blushing. It was rather embarrassing for a man in his twenties to still be doing


    that.


    Hence, he hurriedly removed his pants and went to the bathroom for a shower.


    During his shower, Jonathan was a little troubled by the guilt he felt.


    He felt he had wronged Catherine when he dreamt of Jennifer and Lah but not her.


    However, Jonathan was also crystal clear that the feeling he harbored toward Catherine was more love


    than lust.


    Catherine was the type of woman whom people would want to take care of and protect from harm''s


    way.


    But dreaming can''t really be considered cheating, which means I''ve not wronged Catherine, right? Men


    would always think of having an intimate rtionship with beautifuldies, so this is nothing, Jonathan


    comforted himself.


    Given that the climate in Yeringham was simr to Horington''s, it wasn''t particrly freezing in the


    winter.


    The morning sunlight was warm and bright. As the rays bathed the hotel room, it was an indescribably


    beautiful sight.


    Jonathan put on a casual white shirt, jeans, and a pair of sports shoes. Overall, his attire would allow


    him more freedom of movement.


    With that, he went to look for Lah.


    What surprised him was that Lah was still sleeping when he arrived.


    Jonathan had always perceived Lah as a very disciplineddy.


    Seems like I can''t judge a book by its cover on many things!


    When she went to get the door, Lah was still in a sleepy and disheveled state. Only when Jonathan


    entered her vision did she snap to her senses. She hurriedly mmed the door shut again and


    shouted, “Wait for a second!”


    At that, Jonathan rubbed his nose in exasperation and waited obediently.


    About ten minutester, Lah, who had cleaned and dressed herself up, exited.


    Her hair was tied into a ponytail, and she had put on ck sportswear.


    It was also at this moment that Jonathan noticed something. Whenever he put on a ck shirt, Lah


    would put on a white shirt, and vice versa. No matter what, the color of the shirt they put on would only


    alternate between ck and white.


    At that, he asked in frustration, “Lah, is there a need for that?”


    His question caught Lah off guard. Feeling confused, Lah frowned and asked, “What do you


    mean?”


    “Look at the way we dress. We''re like a chessboard!”


    The surprised Lah mulled over his words and realized that it was exactly like what he said. Her lips


    curled into a smile, and she burst outughing in response.


    However, she quickly stoppedughing and added, “Let''s go. We''ll go to the Crying Wall first and pay


    Professor Horowitz a visitter. Once we get the Holy Boulder''s address from him, we can proceed with


    our investigation.”


    Hearing that, Jonathan turned serious and replied, “Okay. But I somehow have this feeling that we''re


    looking in the wrong direction, Lah.”


    Displeased to hear that, Lah asked, “How so?”


    “The Crying Wall and Holy Boulder are no secrets. Countless people have walked the path we n to


    look into, and none have ever stumbled upon anything. Do you think we''re better than the lot of them?”


    Though she knew what Jonathan said was reasonable, she had never thought about it, fearing it would


    shatter her confidence. As anger crept into her, she scowled. “So you''re trying to say that we just sit at


    home and think about it?”


    “No, that''s not what I meant. Forget it. Let''s go,” Jonathan hurriedly exined himself as soon as the


    woman grew angry.


    As she was not a troublemaker, Lah let it go quickly and said nary a word after that.


    If Lah were someone pettier, she would be pestering Jonathan if he regretteding along with her


    by now.


    In truth, Jonathan had not put much thought into it either. He merely reckoned that they needed to


    brainstorm more instead of rushing forward blindly.


    However, he figured that by looking around and brainstorming about it at the same time, they might


    stumble upon something.


    Hence, he voiced no objections.


    After leaving the hotel, they stopped at the supermarket to stock up on their supplies before departing


    for the Crying Wall.


    On their way there, Jonathan munched on some bread while driving.


    As for Lah, she sat in the back seat of the car instead of the front passenger seat.


    To her, whether or not her behavior and choices would disrespect Jonathan in any way was never her


    concern.


    Jonathan, who knew what kind of a person Lah was, did not overthink.


    At nine o''clock in the morning, they arrived at the Crying Wall.


    At this point, the Crying Wall was fully opened to the public. Donned in their prayer attires, plenty of


    Yartranians were already here for their morning prayers.


    There amongst them were, of course, tourists.


    In the meantime, Jonathan and Lah blended in with the crowd. They bought a simr headpiece and


    ticket before entering the Crying Wall.


    With that, they put on the headpiece and knelt among the crowd.


    Knowing that this task was of utmost importance, Jonathan gave it everything he had.


    Hence, he shut his eyes and let his mind go nk.


    As the sun zed down on them, Jonathan suddenly realized that the Yartranians had started chanting


    in anguage that he could not fathom. Though it was an aliennguage, which rendered him unable to


    understand anything, Jonathan could still feel the Syble Power contained in theirnguage.


    As they chanted, a mysterious maic force was formed between the Syble Power and the Crying


    Wall.


    What exactly that was remained a mystery to Jonathan.


    After all, he couldn''t tell much of it aside from the mysterious synergy between the Syble Power and


    the Crying Wall.


    The maic field''s mysterious synergy was also why he could not rte it to King Sergiu''s treasures.


    There was basically nothing he could do.


    In the meantime, Lah did the same thing Jonathan did, but she captured nothing.


    When the prayer was over, they even approached the wall. They reached their hand out and personally


    felt the wall, only to find nothing. Though the Crying Wall was historical, there was nothing special


    about it.


    They lingered around for another four hours and left at one o''clock in the afternoon.


    s, they had discovered nothing.


    When they returned to the car, they rested and preserved their energy while having some bread and


    water.


    After that, Jonathan drove toward Peace River Hospital.


    As the Crying Wall investigation proved fruitless, Jonathan and Lah felt slightly depressed.


    Even though one month was quite a lengthy period, theck of clues right now was more than enough


    to drive them crazy with frustration and helplessness.


    While he drove, Jonathan started wondering if he had already failed.


    Will I be sealed off for ten years before I can even live my life to the fullest? By the time I''m released,


    things won''t be the same anymore! This is stupid! I''m the Chosen One, and the Chosen One is the


    protagonist of fate! If I''m locked up, the drama will being to an abrupt stop!


    As his mind began drifting away, Jonathan, too, was crystal clear that if fate was a drama, and he was


    locked up halfway, then he would be nothing more than just a side character.


    As the drama was limited to only a selected few, it was not guaranteed that the protagonist had to be a


    good guy.


    In no time, Jonathan and Lah arrived at Peace River Hospital, where they met Professor Horowitz


    again.


    This time, Kochava was rather nice toward them.


    Aspared to their previous encounter, Ranen was looking much better with the help of the Spirit


    Gathering Pill.


    Yet, as the Spirit Gathering Pill was just a temporary solution, it couldn''t get rid of the root of Ranen''s


    problem—the cancer haunting him.


    Such was the Spirit Gathering Pill. It could prolong a person''s life if the person were healthy or merely


    afflicted with some minor illness.


    If the person had some sort of terminal disease, however, then no pills would be effective.


    After all, medicines were only effective against illnesses that could not im lives. That was the way


    medicines worked all the while.


    “Professor Horowitz, we were at the Crying Wall today,” Lah said.


    “So, how was it?” Ranen asked with a smile.


    “We got nothing.”


    Ranen instantly replied, “Of course. That''spletely normal. I know the Crying Wall better than both


    of you, and I, too, found no clues from it.”


    “I also want to take a look at the Holy Boulder,” Lah added.


    “That''s no problem. How about this? I''ll give you a number. Contact the person, tell him I rmended


    you, and he''ll sort it out for you. However, you may have to spend a little as this man is only interested


    in money.”


    “Money is not an issue,” Lah answered quickly.


    With that, Ranen gave her a number, and Lah handed it to Jonathan. It was better if Jonathan was


    the one that showed himself in public aspared to her.


    With the number received, Jonathan went ahead and contacted the person.


    The person whose number Ranen gave them was an employee of Serity Monastery. His name was


    Leslie.


    The man was over the moon when Jonathan offered him ten thousand in Anndurn currency for his


    help. Leslie was so overjoyed that he wanted to pick up Jonathan and Lah right away.


    With that, everything was set to go.


    An hourter, Jonathan and Lah arrived at Serity Monastery.


    When Leslie weed them, he handed over two sets of traditional ck robes. “Come back here at


    two o''clock in the morning. That''s my shift, and I''ll be able to sneak you in that way.”


    Donned in traditional robes, Leslie looked religious and polite, but, in truth, he was nothing more than


    an ordinary man who loved money.


    Yet, no rules stated that monks or priests were not allowed to favor money.


    This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    After all, money was fundamental to their daily lives.


    In the cultivator''s world, wealth, techniques, soulmates, and territory were the four things that


    cultivators focused on, and wealth was the first to be mentioned among them.


    Aftering to a mutual agreement, Jonathan and Lah decided to return to the hotel for a rest since


    there was still time.


    After all, it had been a pretty tiring day.


    Jonathan then drove back immediately while Lah remained silent throughout the trip.


    Seeing that, Jonathan decided that it was best to leave her alone.


    After traveling for some distance, Lah suddenly broke the silence. “Jonathan, what would you do if


    we failed to get clues from the Holy Boulder as well?”


    At those words, Jonathan was stunned. That means all the clues would have reached a dead end.


    What can I do by then?


    “No idea,” Jonathan replied. “Right now, all we can do is go with the flow and take things one step at a


    time.”


    Angered by his reply, Lah exploded, “Aren''t you supposed to be lucky? Aren''t you the so-called


    Chosen One? Do something!”


    She had finally snapped.


    Jonathan couldn''t help but wail inwardly, How can she me this on me?


    However, given that it was best not to start a fight with her, Jonathan sucked it up and smiled bitterly. “I


    may be the Chosen One, but the Chosen One is not capable in every aspect.”


    Hearing that, Lah fell silent.


    Jonathan continued, “Lah, you and I know that the chances of finding King Sergiu''s treasure are very


    slim. It''s so slim that it could be considered non-existent. The only reason I''m here is that this is the


    only way that I could find to solve my problem. But what about you? Why did yound yourself in such


    a situation?”